"Yes, yes, it's me," he replied, his nerves over the whole thing dissolving a moment after he handed her his torch. His hands immediately went to her ankle, trying to feel gently in the dark as to the damage. Could she walk? He didn't have much for pain except some muggle pain killers and a flask of alcohol. He'd be mauled if he offered either. "On a scale of one to ten, one being lesser, rate the pain of your injuries," he drawled almost boredly, as he started to gather her things and pack them on his person. If he had to carry her all the way to Kennan, he would, but he was tired of this stairway and he wanted to get out of it right now.
"Honestly, now is not the time for joking. I was being serious. An hour--a minute--I don't know how long it would take, but I saw you dying until about thirty seconds ago. If I were you, I'd think my lucky stars for that torch right now." He looked around, eventually taking the torch back to brandish off the dark. "Do you think you can walk, Connors? We need to move."